I can explain

I share a bedroom. I have shared a bedroom all my life. Before you go, “Oh, how dreadful!” hear me out. Bedroom sharing is an excellent practice. After all, you’re not always going to have a room all to yourself, be it rooming at a college or grown up and living with your family. Thus, if you have your own room, I am better off than you.

(end of rant)

With my rant complete, here is the actual “meat” of the post.

This is my minorly eclectic and very homely bedroom. I wish I had remembered to take a before picture! However, I can describe the mess to you. There were stuffed animals all over the floor (my little sister, bless her heart, loves to play in here), thread, felt and fabric scraps from crafting and repairing a shirt this morning, paper everywhere because authors and artists have that bad habit, books and magazines strewn about, unmade beds, dull and dry furniture, my sister’s college stuff and math stuff, shoes, hats, bags and suitcases and a lot of dust. Fortunately, things are clean now. I also re-did the bookshelf, putting my normal books on the bottom shelf and my prized horse books and magazines above them. No easy task: I have 31 magazines total, and they become messy quite frequently.

Grab my button!

What I’m Reading…

THE book for animators. It’s very entertaining but is PACKED with info.

AKA Dickens Tells A Story But Not Really Because Half The Book Is Him Yammering On About Some Miniscule Detail.

Halfway through and it’s pretty good.

I began reading this one on a campout. Finished CotW but still working on WF. Note: do not read while sleeping outside in the vacinity of coyotes. You will find that many unpleasant thoughts show themselves and freak you out.